so you say there is a tomorrowalex realized, that her mother didn't love her daughter, and she had a lover that didn't love their lover, so she smothered her own tears under the weight of makeup and bad choices, but it made her feel alive. michael was guilty of speaking the same words we do, but he actually acted out on them, he believed that there is an answer somewhere out there, between all the foul breath, and the proud chests, pressed out against all the doubt, that perpetuates from his own guilt. so he woke up one day and shot his father, for not teaching him how to preform a proper handshso you say there is a tomorrow
What It Was You Said LastWhat It Was You Said Last by Doug CarswellWhat It Was You Said Last
she wrote that sober, over-towering take-me-back attempt at, whatever it was that i said last, rented epic trends, coffee stained saliva mucus teeth gnawing on metal, peddling, gently emptying the chalk lines where they settle, black cracked lighting mashes, glass-wrapped. excited to handle the faded red pack of matches, self-enveloped, with the gas canister and its lid half-capped into its clasp. "safety took a back-seat?" i asked?. latched to the hospital bed, strapped back, as they insert inverted notes wit
EmpathyEmpathy by Doug CarswellEmpathy
I am the expired taste of empathy,
frothing at the back of my throat,
as it sits on it’s hands and grins,
and leaves tender flesh scraps exposed.
Carving and cutting out discarded skins,
I laugh at my own imperfections,
With bits of stolen sanctity between my teeth,
to blindly accept my own dejection.
I am the bitter monster you think I am,
slowly consuming myself from the inside out,
to feel a little bit better about the second-hand sympathy,
dripping d
This Is What You Do to MeYou inspire me Yet I am rendered speechless. I have a million things all of which I could say But the sight of you makes me blank out. I wish you would take my hand The same way you take my breath But I bet I'm keeping my hopes Far too high Higher than the smallest cloud That grazes the thinnest atmosphereThis Is What You Do to Me
This is what you do to me. This. Is. What. You. Do. To. Me.
You're stuff is pretty good. I was suprised when i found out that you wrote actually. I heard you did some spoken word, how did that go?
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"Peace is the only battle worth waging." - Albert Camus (1913-1960)
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